Roxas knocked on the door of Namine's apartment. He dressed casually, unaware what he and Namine would be doing that evening. Roxas felt a bit nervous.
"Damn it! First jealousy then becoming nervous. It's like...I'm becoming ordinary. Yuck," Roxas said to himself.
The door then opened. Roxas couldn't help but stare at the girl in front of him. Namine was wearing a plain white dress that had just passed her knees. Her hair was down, but there was a tiny butterfly clip in her hair. Even though what she wore was very plain, Roxas had to admit she looked nice.
"May I ask why you're staring? Should I perhaps change my clothes?" she asked.
Roxas shook his head, "You look nice."
"As do you."
Namine invited Roxas inside. He sat on the white couch and stared at the clear table in front of him.
"Would you like something to drink?" Namine asked.
"Sure, got beer?" Roxas asked stupidly.
Namine blinked once. Roxas then mentally slapped himself. Why would an angel like Namine have beer?
"No, but I do have some vodka though. Is that okay?"
That was unexpected. Roxas slowly nodded. As Namine left the room, Roxas looked around the room. He didn't get the best look at it the first time. He notice the bookshelf in the corner of the room. It had only a few books on the shelf, most of which were dictionaries. Most of the shelf's space was taken of photos. There were photos of a brunette woman who looked like a thirty-year-old Namine. She was quite beautiful.
"Roxas, I'm back," Namine said, coming into the room.
Roxas tore his eyes off the pictures and looked at Namine. She sat down next to him and placed the glass on the table. Roxas took the cup into his hands and took a sip.
"No cup for for you?" Roxas raised an eyebrow.
"I don't drink. I want to live a life where I can control it. Not alcohol."
"Why do you have vodka then?"
"It's my mom's. I took all of my mom's belongings with me when I moved here."
"Is that your mom?" Roxas asked, pointing at the pictures.
Namine nodded, "She died recently."
"I'm so sorry," Roxas replied.
"Why must you apologize? You have done nothing wrong," Namine said, convfused.
"Eh, well, I don't know what can I say."
"Life would be easier with a script," Namine joked.
"Yeah, but the end wouldn't be much of surprise. Where's the mystery in that?"
Namine shrugged. They soon drifted into another topic. It was amazing that it was so much easier to talk to her when it was just him and her. No one else around them.
"Ugh, I'm tried of sitting. We've been talking for two hours. Do you want to go outside?" Roxas asked.
"To where?"
"I don't know."
"Where do you like to go?"
"I don't know. A club. The bar. Whatever," Roxas said.
"If that's what you prefer then..." Namine began, but Roxas cut her off.
"Where do you like to go?" he asked.
"I just go wherever I want to. I like walking around the town and window shopping," Namine replied.
Roxas then began trying to convince Namine to go with what she wanted to do. After about ten minutes of that, they decided to go with Namine's idea. The two quickly headed out.
"Roxas is with his co-star?" Olette repeated.
Selphie, Olette's best friend, nodded. The two were closing up the store.
"It's true. It's all over the magazines. Insiders say they are out right now," Selphie went on.
"This can't be happening. How could he move on so quickly? Who is she? Like some model like Tifa Lockheart or singer like Aerith Gainsborough?"
"Neither. She's just a NORMAL GIRL! Look at her!" Selphie exclaimed, taking out one her magazines and showing Olette the front page.
Olette gasped. The beautiful straight blond hair, the blue eyes, a look of innocence. She was everything Olette wanted to be. The longer she looked at the blond, the angrier she became. Selphie sensed this and put the magazine away. Olette then sighed.
"What do I do, Selphie!?" she asked.
"Well, you're clearly not over him."
"I am too," Olette said defensively.
"Really? Then why'd you reject Hayner when he asked you out yesterday? You guys are super close, having a great time, he pops the question, and you turn him down," she recalled.
The thing was, every since Olette and Roxas broke up, she and Hayner have been inseparable. Recently when they were hanging out, Olette noticed that Hayner had been acting a bit strange. It was then the paparazzi came. Olette and Hayner escaped them, but as soon as they were alone, he had confessed he loved her and wanted to be her boyfriend. Olette, unable to see Hayner in that way, rejected him.
"Hayner is just a friend. That's why. Ugh, and those stupid paparazzi followed us again! I'm not even dating Roxas anymore! Why follow me?! Hayner and I got rid of them before he asked though. Oh no. What if they think I'm dating him?" Olette asked, a bit panicked.
An idea struck Selphie. A grin appeared on her face.
"Maybe you should date Hayner and let the paparazzi know."
"Selphie, did you even listen to me?"
"Oh I was, but I have an idea. Once Roxas finds out about you and Hayner, he's going to flip! He's dump that blond chick and be crawling back to you!" Selphie exclaimed.
Olette began thinking about this idea. It didn't sound half bad. It could possibly work. After all, she and Roxas were pretty close. He still should be worried about her. Olette smiled. If she makes him jealous, she wouldn't have to deal with the fact she would have to tell him she wants to get back together when she was the one who tore them apart. Roxas would be on his knees, and all she had to do was accept him. It was a clean getaway.
"Selphie! Hand me my bag. I need to make a call," Olette commanded.
Selphie tossed Olette her orange bag. Olette then took out her cellphone and dialed a number. The person on the other line then picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Hayner. I have something to ask you."
"Ah! It's my favorite frozen yogurt place!" Namine said, pointing to a store.
Roxas and Namine were walking down the streets of Hollywood. Roxas had, of course, showed Namine his name in the sidewalk (several times). Namine was now pointing out the stores she liked going to. They had passed by the book store, thrift store, and now the frozen yogurt place.
"Do you want some?" Roxas suggested.
"I would. But I don't have any money on me right now," Namine frowned.
"I'll pay," Roxas said.
"I can't make you do that."
"Hello? I'm pretty filthy rich. It's not a problem," Roxas said obviously.
The two walked into the store and began to chose which yogurt they wanted. Namine has strawberry, tart, and lychee. Roxas got chocolate, vanilla, and tart. They then started picking their toppings.
"Ohh my god! IS THAT ROXAS?!"
Roxas and Namine turned around and saw a teenage girl squealing. Roxas sighed at the scene. The girl took out her camera phone and took pictures of Namine and Roxas. Soon enough, the paparazzi came in and started taking pictures. The lights of the flash on the cameras blinded Namine. She covered her face to shield her eyes.
"ROXAS! IS THIS YOUR CO-STAR, NAMINE?!"
"ROXAS! ARE YOU TWO DATING?!"
"ROXAS DUMP HER AND MAKE MY BABIES!"
"NAMINE HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN DATING ROXAS?"
Roxas saw the helpless look on Namine's face as they fired her questions. Roxas couldn't take it. He reaches into his pocket, threw out a hundred dollar bill, and handed it to the cash register. He then grabbed Namine's hand and they ran out.
The two finally rested at a park bench. It was now one at night, and they were eating their frozen yogurt in the park.
"Hope you like it. It was one hundred dollars after all," Roxas said with a crooked grin.
Namine took a bite out of her yogurt. Her eyes widened. A sad expression came upon her face. Roxas was surprised by this.
"What? Do you not like one of the flavors? Or maybe it's the toppings because I hear they're really old and all..."
Namine was silent.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Namine looked at him. A smile that seemed a bit forced came upon her face.
"Nothing. It's just I forgot to add something. That's all."
"Then it's nothing to worry over. Geez."
The two were back at Namine's apartment. It was now 2:30 AM. Roxas stood outside the door. Namine smiled.
"Aren't you coming in?" she asked.
"Nah, I should be heading back," Roxas replied.
"Oh okay. Um, Roxas?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you. I had a very nice time."
The two departed. Once Roxas was gone, Namine walked over to her couch and laid down. The smile on her face faded and turned to a frown. She stared at the ceiling. She had decorated this room white because it represented her. Innocent. Kind. And everything else people would say about her. They would also say white was strong. That, Namine felt did not fit her.
"Mom, what do I do?"
A/N: Thanks for the reviews ;O And just so some of you know, this story is labeled "drama" because of the acting. But as you can tell, Namine has a bit a secret to her. So once you find out this secret, maybe you can consider it the other kind of drama.
riceball793: Yes she does. You'll learn about it eventually.
melodinami: Thanks!
iRhyme: Ollete's actions are explained a bit in this chapter.
Midnight Hell: Glad you will ^___^
xxlottexx: He will. Slowly lol